Yester Pester

“All I have, as a matter of stating the painfully obvious, is one life. I have lived it in a way that no clocks can ever put yesterday back into tomorrow.”

 

Did I really write that? Oh my, I sure did!

 

Tales From The Dark Side

I let out a sigh saying, “Awwwhhh it’s getting dark now,” to Edrick who came to me at my corner to give Mommy an afternoon hug.

 

“Why is it getting dark, Mom?”

 

“Because it’s four o’clock and it’s winter.”

 

“Then we need to pick up the sun and put it back up over there, Mom!” Edrick pointed at the space between the two blocks of townhouses seen from our dining room window.

 

I could not hold back a chuckle.

 

“I am serious, Mom!”

 

 

I chuckled even louder, thinking…
Who cares about the sun. I have my sunny-side up son right here in my dining room. Seriously!

 

 

Unbecoming Enida

If I could find a picture to manifest the way I feel right now, I would. It woud be easier. But I don’t feel like looking for a picture now. No. Not this morning. If I could say it in words, I would type a thousand words more, I assure you I would do that too. But isn’t that what I have been doing?

 

It doesn’t get any easier if you choose to read my words with your thoughts, giving them your meanings. Dare you call me a liar when all I write is about myself? Who do you think you are to tell me how to be Enida? Come then… become me for a day. And write the way I write my thoughts, with the words I see my truth through.

 

If you are reading this, chances are this is not about you. Please don’t flatter yourself. For those who are reading, those who are reading between the lines, and those who aren’t reading… I am just going to copy and paste what my KaCher wrote on her profile about her writing and her needs to write.

 

“I write because I want to, because I feel good doing it, because I can. It doesn’t matter what I write, truth or lies, they all come from a place you wouldn’t know. So if you ever feel at any time that you understand me, save it. You don’t.”

 

I repeat:

“… It doesn’t matter what I write, truth or lies, they all come from a place you wouldn’t know.”

 

Peace to the world, haaiihhh!

 

 

Curiosity Cures

I do not expect one to know everything. I don’t. And as I am very open to learning a little bit of something everyday, I take one day at a time. But not knowing where Moscow is when one is almost 40 however, is very sad for me to digest. Not knowing to Google for it and believing that it is 120km south of Timbuktu, Mali, Africa… is sadder, if not sadistic!

 

Today I just learned that the best and most natural facial scrub is sugar. Just mix a tablespoon of sugar granules to your regular facial cleanser. Wash your face like usual every night with it for a week. It is good to cure dry skin.

 

 

I have yet to learn how to cure dry brain.

 

 

 

Postlude:
Uh, I know for sure what shower caps can keep dry other than hair. Bah!

 

Nevermindland

I saw an old old friend on the internet the other day and had a bit of a catching up chat. She didn’t sound like she was all that new to the internet. Well at the very least she knew what Facebook, YM and Google were about.

 

She asked about my present whereabouts. And when I said ‘Moscow’, she responded with, “Kat mana tu?” Huh? I thought she was trying to be funny. So I said, “Oh Moscow is in Mali, just 120km south of Timbuktu.”

 

It was when she went on to ask, “Mali kat mana ye? Bunyi familiar je.” I honestly thought she was joking. So I gave her a matter-of-fact answer ‘Africa’. “Oh so ngko kat Africa lah pulak sekarang ni ye?” Oiiii!

 

“No lah, I am in Moscow.” I repeated myself to see if she was actually a classic case of listening-with-her-knee-cap or was another shower-cap-woman case. “Tadi ngko cakap ngko kat Moscow, Moscow kat Mali. Dah tu, kat Africa lah tu.”

 

“Isssyyy… ngko ni bior benor. Ke ko buat lawak Geography dengan aku ni? Aku kat Moscow. Pernah dengar tak Moscow?”

 

“Tak sure lah. Tu lah ngko! Tak reti duduk satu tempat. Pegi pulak tempat orang tak pernah dengor saper suruh?”

 

I was flabbergasted, lumpygutted and goonyjuted all at once! It was then that I thought of making a lawak Geography to her, “Sebenornye aku kat Chaah je.”

 

“Chaah? Kat mana tu?”

 

Suddenly we got disconnected!

 

Oopsie daisy! Never mind.